Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.